In the ruins of a world gone to hell, one band still dares to plug in and play loud.
ApocaLips follows the wild, weekly adventures of an all-female punk trio tearing through the ashes of post-collapse America-trading electrified sets for food, fuel, and the occasional fight. Society has crumbled, governments are gone, and cities lie abandoned or burning. In their place, camps, cults, and makeshift communities rise and fall, battling for scraps of the old world. Amidst the chaos, ApocaLips brings defiance, raw sound, and attitude wherever they roll.
The world of ApocaLips is brutal. The Collapse shattered everything. Some say it was war. Others say it was greed, disease, or divine punishment. The truth is lost beneath ash and static. What remains is a country carved into lawless zones, cult-controlled territories, and survivor camps clinging to hope or madness. Among the ruins, whispers spread of a new drug-one that turns people hollow, violent, and obedient. And wherever this drug appears, a sinister cult isn't far behind.
Every week, ApocaLips brings you a new chapter-another town, another show, another danger. Expect back-alley brawls, back-line sabotage, mystery, mayhem, and music that could tear your speakers in two. With each stop, the band uncovers more about the drug, the cult, and their own limits. But make no mistake: this isn't a redemption story. It's a punk rock saga about survival, camaraderie, and turning the volume all the way up-no matter what the end of the world throws at you.
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After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
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